“This is a bad idea,” she whispers, but her voice is raspy, affected, the taste of her hunger damn near on my tongue. I kiss her, a quick brush of lips, and a lick that has the heat between us damn near explosive. “Still think it’s a bad idea?” Her hands flatten on my chest but they flex rather than push. “We both know this is wrong.” “And yet you followed me here.” “You said that already,” “You knew what would happen,” I accuse. “I was angry.” I certainly know where anger and family collide, in ways I won’t explain to anyone. My jaw sets hard and I release her, putting a wide step between us. “Stay or go, but if you stay, you’re going to end up naked.” “I know your father’s an asshole, but my mother loves him and my father’s company is now a part of this one.” “The part where I said that if you stayed, you’d end up naked.” I reach for her and pull her to me. “You did understand that, correct?” “I don’t scare off that easily. If I did, I wouldn’t be working for your father and under your brother.” “It’s me I want you under,” I say, molding her close, my hands sliding up her back. “I’m too young and stupid for business, but I’m just right to fuck?” she challenges. “I’m warning you, Harper, not talking down to you. And if you’re young and stupid, so was I.” “You wanted to be here,” she says. “Yes,” I say, tangling my fingers into her hair. “I wanted to be here, just like I want to be right here, right now, with you.” My mouth closes down on hers once more, a deep thrust of tongue that’s as unforgiving as my father would be if it came down to choosing her or Isaac. It’s all about demand and I expect her to push back, to give me the rejection that sends her to the door and me to the fucking airport. That’s not what I get. Her hand on my chest doesn’t push me away. She moans and her elbow softens, those perfect curves I’d admired from a distance now pressed nice and close, right up to the moment she jerks back. “My God. What are we doing? You’re my stepbrother.” I walk her back against the wall, my hands caressing up her ribcage to cup her breasts. “I told you,” I say, stroking my thumbs over her nipples. “I’m not your fucking brother. Not now. Not ever.” I cup her face, lean in and my mouth finds her mouth, and if she thought my tongue unforgiving before now, she was wrong. This is unforgiving. It’s in my blood. It’s who I am, who I was born to be. A bastard who wants her. I have this sudden need that consumes me. I shove my hand into the top of her dress, fingering her nipple. She makes this soft, sexy sound that has my cock